Strike out, again and again…

What a crappy day.

It started out when I woke up.

That in and of itself was a GOOD thing, but it all went downhill since then.

There was a Job and Study Fair in Binyanei Ha’uma today. I received an invitation in the mail, and I thought it’d be a great opportunity to get my resume out there and find a job.

‘Twas not to be.

It was a fair for all the different education facilities in the country and there were NO headhunters there. 🙁 I spent 15 minutes walking around until I was thoroughly bored, then headed downtown. I figured, well, I’ve got these resumes here, let’s use them!

I walked into five different personnel placement agencies, filled out their forms, and had a few minutes to speak with their interview people. Nobody has anything in this smegging city.

The consternation of being unemployed is getting to me. The same thing happened just a year and a half ago, when I was unemployed for six months. I got so bad my roomate eventually ordered me to get out of the house and get a damn job, already! (He ended up getting me one at the same place he was working. If you’ve been following, it’s out of business now.)

One good thing came of that time, something I’d rather not repeat: I had so much time on my hands, I taught myself to use devilstix, and got quite good with them. Hey, I’m only human. I need some kind of activity, too. Maybe I’ll take up going to the gym class I used to do and get back into shape, even though round is also a shape!

Th-th-th-at’s all for now folks!